In Habima Square they placed 240 empty beds for the hostages, to remind us of their existence.  In fact, there are reminders everywhere – posters on columns, on walls, on the backs of motorcyclists, wherever there is space.  We’re responsible for each citizen, and we take this responsibility seriously.

My grandson goes down south to pick vegetables left by dead farmers.  My daughter does counseling for survivors of the massacre, my other grandson sorts clothing people have donated for the refugees.  Every family has volunteers.  

Only our government has been busy squirreling away more allotments for yeshivot instead of providing for survivors.